Weird Writings of Mine

Hehe. Thought I'd terrorise whatever sanity there is available on this blog by recording some of the weird shit I wrote when bored.

Here's one.

The Fly

Lonely sat I by the windowsill,
All I had for company was a fly.

Here's another one.

This is NOT art

This is NOT art, so she said.
Broke my heart, made we wept.

Incorrect grammar, she thinks.
Shut the fuck up, I sing.

This is NOT art.
Bullshit.

If this be not art, then let art not be.

Maximus Profunditus.
Me.

I can so see David reading all this and going: "What the Fu...?!"

I can also see the rest of you going: "Oh my God. Is this the chap who's running the company?"

Oli especially. Sums is accustomed to it by now.

Hehe.

Here's yet another one.

Words

Why do I even try
But though I try and not succeed,
I will try and try and try… till the day I die.

To lament without trying to prevent or invent
Is to be a person without intention to better oneself
To lament after trying to prevent or invent
Is to be me when I give in and give up.

Oooo I'm on a roll here...

Tea

See.
Behold the cup of Tea.
Earl grey, bitter sweet, gingerly.

(David, you cringing yet?)

Okay. I shall stop here before someone quits the group.

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